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About Dnipro

So, sexual-massage—wot’s the score? It’s hands roamin’ like me crew after rum, but slower, aye, teasin’. Starts all legit-like—oil, candles, some poor sod’s tense shoulders. Then—BAM—fingers dance where the sun don’t shine, savvy? Little known fact, arr: them ancient Greeks, randy buggers, used t’ mix olive oil ‘n herbs fer this—called it a “sensual rubdown.” Prolly wrestled naked after, knowin’ them! Me, I’d be hollerin’, “This be the trick, mates—t’ steal tension *and* a grin!”

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After the rain, the streets are all shiny and fresh. I decide to head back to the park. I sit on a bench, and it’s like the world’s calmed down. I pull out my phone, scroll through some music, and suddenly, I get this idea for a new track. It hits me like a lightning bolt! I’m scribbling notes like a madman.

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